Hawaiian Triple Heat [Dr. Love Shark] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Bobbi Brattz

  “Mmmmm…” A fake little moan to let him think she was coming around had him eating out of her palm.

  “Rae. Rae, are you all right?”

  With a breathy sigh, she murmured, “Mateo? I had the strangest dream. You were so angry at me.”

  Blinking a few times, she rubbed her eyes and rolled onto her back to stare up at his chest, not meeting his gaze. She had to catch him off guard if she was to succeed.

  You bastard. I’ll get you back for what you’ve done to me. All this time you lied and connived, telling me I’d be next in the long lineup of your women. And the worst part of it was that you were right, though I’ll never let you know that. I hate you!

  Her thoughts swirled as he leaned over and kissed her with tender lips. She circled his neck and returned the favor, sinking her tongue deep into the recesses of his mouth to dance with his.

  “Mmmmm. I can’t figure out why I’m so horny this morning.”

  His cocky chuckle nearly made her grind her teeth.

  “I can help you with that.”

  “Okay.” She wanted to give him as much pain as she felt at that moment. “Let’s do something different,” she murmured into his mouth. “I want to ride you while you are tied down. I want to make you mad with such passion you won’t be able to resist me.”

  His eyes lit up. “Okay, Ku’uipo. Your wish is my command.”

  If she’d had any doubts before about what she was going to do to him, when he called her “model,” they were erased as her fury returned. He lay down on the bed while Rae sat up and pushed her tangled hair out of her eyes. The best way to take him off guard was to use his own passion against him.

  “Move to the center of the bed, slave,” she whispered, kissing his chest.

  “Yes, Mistress.” The sarcasm in his tone pissed her off even more. When she’d been his slave, he’d demanded respect and subservience, yet when it was the other way around, he treated it like a joke.

  “You need to be punished. Put your hands over your head.”

  “You’re not tying me up, Rae.”

  “You are my slave. You will do as I ordered.” Her husky tone and sensual smile seemed to work like a charm on him. Naked, she leaned over his chest and fastened the handcuff that remained attached to the headboard on his wrist. He captured her nipple in his teeth and teased her with his tongue.

  As she released a false sigh of pleasure, Rae squirmed and gently pushed his head away, connecting his other wrist to the bed. She then slipped his shorts down before she did the same to his ankles until he was spread-eagled. The laugh from low down in her throat at the way his cock stood straight and tall, waiting for attention, brought an amused smile to his handsome face. A face she now loathed.

  Leaving the bed, she walked over to his dresser and took out a few items. The penis ring and red leather whip seemed larger than she remembered.

  “Rae, you’re not going to use those on me.”

  In the air, she cracked the whip, and shouted, “Quiet, slave! You will do what I say. Do not speak again, or your punishment will be severe.”

  He chuckled and fell silent, his eyes alight with interest at the new side of her.

  Once she’d slipped the penis ring on his cock, she teased him with her wet tongue until he gasped. When she dipped the tip of her tongue into the crevice of the mushroomed head, his hips jerked, lifting off the bed. Next, she took him deep into the back of her throat then released him once more, and he groaned in ecstasy.

  Without warning, she brought the whip down on his belly, which caused him to jump in surprise.

  “Hey, go easy with that thing. It hurts like hell.”

  Rae lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “I told you not to speak.” At that she slapped him again with the whip, leaving red marks on his chest.

  “Rae.”

  The whip descended once again, and each time he spoke, she repeated the process until he was writhing and squirming beneath her, pre-cum dripping from the tip of him. He was moaning, not in pain, but with need. Rae saw the heated, desperate look in his eyes, and grinned.

  With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the whip aside and walked back to the dresser to get the rubber ball gag. When she moved to put it on him, he tried to avoid it, but she knelt on his chest and growled, “Open your mouth, or I’ll beat you again!”

  “What’s gotten into you, R—” She cut him off and slipped the ball between his teeth, securing it in place with the straps around his head.

  “Now, I can do what I want with you and you have nothing to say about it. Your mesmerizing, love-shark voice can’t interfere with your mistress!

  At that, she straddled him, slamming her pussy down hard on his cock until they both gasped at the impact of him impaling her. When the plan first formed in her mind, she wasn’t going to have sex with him, yet by the time she’d whipped him and sucked on his cock, she needed it with such a craving, it stunned her.

  Over the past week, her body had become completely attuned to him. Rae was glad she’d prevented him from speaking so he couldn’t use his “weapon” to dissuade her from her path. She wanted him to suffer like she was.

  For endless moments, Rae pumped up and down on his hard cock, her eyes closed, hands pressed against his belly, but soon she felt the need for more and lifted away so she could remove the ring.

  He groaned in relief before she returned to engulf him within her pussy once again and stared down into his eyes.

  “You are a conniving, evil, snake-tongued man, Mateo Mano.” Still she moved over him, shifting her hips as the friction built.

  “You lie, cheat, steal, and you don’t care about anyone but yourself. I hate you. I detest everything about you. The only pleasure I feel is from your cock, and even then it never lasts more than a few minutes. You are a waste of testosterone with all your manipulation.”

  His eyes widened at her words, shock registering on his face as he tried to talk around the gag. Lifting his hips, he tried to buck her off, but she held tight and rode him hard. No matter how much he struggled to free himself of the cuffs, he was her prisoner and forced to comply. Anger burned in his eyes, sparks flying as she glared back at him.

  “I can make you come whether you want to or not because you are just a weak man who has no heart and only thinks with his dick. I want you to remember this moment, Mateo. Remember my eyes and the disgust you see in them. You are nothing to me! Nothing!” Her shout ended in a climax that left her shaking as the anger and passion created a volatile mixture and sent her spinning out of control.

  He too lost the ability to hold back and released into her, anger causing his face to flush red, his eye to flash with fire.

  Without a moment’s pause, Rae left him, walked out of the room, and returned a moment later with her bag. She felt him watching her every move as she dressed in front of him. When she was done, she left everything he’d ever bought or given her and stood to face him one last time.

  “I’m going to keep this image in my head for life, you pathetic worm. Think about that the next time you decide to screw around with a woman’s mind.”

  As she turned to leave, he began shouting through the gag, only able to release a garbled noise as the bed shook from his struggles to get free. She didn’t look back but kept going.

  Once in the hallway, she called a cab then waited outside. She couldn’t hear him but could only imagine his fury at what she’d done to him. Tears fought for freedom at the anguish she felt for a love that would never be returned. Anger overrode any pity she had for leaving him in such a humiliating position.

  He deserved that. I hope he rots before anyone finds him!

  Sadly, Rae knew she’d call someone to free him, but not until she’d left the island and was headed home to Canada. The Love Shark wouldn’t get the chance to bite her again.

  Chapter 12:

  Notoriety

  Hot tears streamed down Rae’s cheeks as she sat on the plane heading home. In order to get on the next flig
ht out, she’d had to threaten to press charges against Jimmy so he would arrange it without calling Mateo. He’d never know she wouldn’t have done so, but she had to play it hard to win.

  The worst part of the ordeal at the airport was that she’d had to call Lance and get him to purchase her ticket with the promise of repayment, though she had no idea where the money would come from. For an entire year, Rae had scrimped and saved until she could pay for her trip. Now she had to pay for another ticket on top of that.

  The vacation had been her once-in-a-lifetime chance to scratch another item off her “bucket list” before she turned thirty. The terrified look on Jimmy’s face when she’d confronted him was etched in her mind, along with Moki’s words about his poor family having to suffer for his devotion to the not-so-good doctor.

  I hope he’s still rotting on that bed and learns a lesson about the way he’s been treating women like cattle. He’s prodded me once too often.

  The image of his sexy, passion-filled eyes invaded her thoughts, sending a streak of desire directly to her pussy until she squirmed in her seat. Unable to hold back, she released a sob.

  “Are you all right, Miss?” A flight attendant hovered over her as she swiped at the tears.

  “I’m fine, thank you.”

  “Do you want a drink of something?”

  “Oh, yes. I’ll have a double of whatever you’re serving. I could use the whole bottle about now.”

  “Must be man trouble. They always do that to me, too. You can’t live with them, and you can’t shoot them. There’s not much else left.”

  “Not much.”

  Accepting the drink, Rae nursed it until the tears began to dry on her face and thought about going back to her mundane life without any hope of finding love and happiness. She’d hurt Piers, gotten Moki to quit her job, scared the crap out of Jimmy, and though she’d beat the doctor to the punch, she felt lousy about it. The problem was that she had no idea why.

  “Would you like another one?” When Rae only nodded her thanks, the attendant put a second drink on the tray. Rae knew it was against policy, but she didn’t care.

  “Thank you. You’re a gem.”

  Once she’d finished the second drink, she settled back and tried to sleep, but during the entire flight home, all she could think about was Mateo and his voice, touch, scent, and the sight of his gorgeous eyes as they watched her every move. She imagined his mischievous grin and prayed the pain would go away soon. Her heart felt so heavy, she thought the plane would drop from the sky from the weight of it.

  Hours later she sat up straight to prepare for landing and slipped the seat belt into place. She could barely keep her burning eyes open, yet her mind was full of thoughts of him which kept her going, restless and unsettled. The only thing she could do was watch as the lights from the runway rose up to meet the plane and wish with all her heart that they didn’t hit the ground as hard as she had.

  * * * *

  “Rae, over here!”

  She had to crane her neck to see Lance striding toward her at a clipped pace. He threw his arms around her and aimed for a kiss, but she turned her head away. What is going on with him? He could care less about me, and now he wants a kiss?

  “I missed you. Let me take your bags.”

  “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  “I knew when the plane would land and figured you’d be exhausted, so I decided to pick you up.”

  “Why?”

  “Rae, come on. We were married for five years. I still care about you. In fact, I want to talk to you about that when you’re rested. I—”

  Her leaden heat heart raced as she realized he wanted more from her than just a hello. He was giving her the same look he had when they were dating.

  There is no way I’m going back in time. Once is enough!

  “I’m tired. I appreciate you paying for the ticket and driving me home. I will pay you back as soon as possible. Let’s get out of here.”

  With one hand on the bags, the other on the small of her back, he escorted her from the terminal to his sporty red Mustang and opened the door for her before stowing her bags in the trunk. Once he’d handed her in, he climbed into the driver’s seat and headed down the highway. Since she only lived a few miles from the airport, it was a short trip to the apartment.

  “I’ll carry that up the stairs for you.”

  Rae thought it strange when people began to look over at her with surprised expressions, some even turning away with frowns. She was too tired to care why and let him help her up to her apartment.

  “I’m so tired I could drop like a rock.”

  “Can we talk for a bit?”

  “Lance. I can’t even form a sentence right now. Can it wait?”

  He looked crestfallen, but nodded. Once she’d unlocked the door of the apartment that they used to share, he slipped the bags inside and kissed her cheek.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow. Your boss wants you to be in first thing in the morning to see him.”

  “Great. Thanks, Lance.”

  Not even a break to rest up. I guess I’ve had more than my fill of vacation time. I’d best face the music head-on.

  Once the door was closed behind her, she rested against it and looked around her lonely home. It was barren since Lance had taken most of their belongings, yet she’d had no interest in replacing them. The only things left were a few pieces of furniture to welcome her back.

  Leaving her bags where they stood, she walked to her room and stripped down then dropped on the bed without bothering to slip under the sheets. For endless moments, she lay still staring up at the ceiling. She’d thought that being so exhausted, she’d be able to sleep right away, but still Mateo’s and Piers’s faces swam before her eyes. Long into the night she tossed and turned until her alarm went off.

  With a deep groan, she got up and went to the shower, running the hot water over her tired body as though it were an endless supply until she felt ready to meet the day. Her stomach rolled for a moment, making her suck in a breath. She wondered if she’d picked up a flu bug on the trip.

  After Rae was dressed and prepared for the day, she went to the kitchen to find nothing in the fridge and no cream for her coffee. With a quick glance at the clock, she grabbed some change from her money jar and picked up her purse, slipping it into the small side pocket.

  I’ll just have to stop and pick something up along the way.

  Since she had taken a shuttle bus to the airport, her car was in the garage below the building. Once she started it up, she merged into traffic and made a quick detour to a donut shop for coffee and a muffin.

  “Broke, sad, lost, and alone. What better way to start out for a long day at work?”

  The traffic jam ahead made her twenty minutes late for work on top of it all. She cried out in frustration, clenching her fists as she waited for the cars to move along.

  By the time she arrived, her boss was pacing in his office, his face a mask of fury. The gray hair that was usually kept neatly combed to the side stood up on all ends, his lips in a pursed in a tight line of disapproval.

  “Hello, Carl. I’m so sorry I’m late. I—”

  “Save it, Rae. You’re fired,” he snapped.

  “I had no choice. There was a traffic jam on the—”

  “That’s not why you’re fired.”

  “Oh, well, I called you from the airport when my bags were stolen, Carl. They wouldn’t let me leave Hawaii without my passport. It was stolen. I already told you that.

  “Look, Rae, I don’t give a damn about how long you were away. It’s the way you behaved. You disgraced this company. I expected more of you after all the years you’ve worked here. This business is susceptible to rumors of misbehavior, and you are way over the line. Your belongings are packed and your check is in the box. I’ll have the security guard walk you to the door.”

  “No judge and jury? You just kick me out without a word because I didn’t follow the protocols of travel and got stuck in Ha
waii? This is ridiculous.”

  “Don’t even try and talk your way out of this. Our clients expect us to be above board, and after what you— Just get out!” he shouted. He scraped his fingers through his hair, his face flushed dark red.

  Stunned, she met the guard in the hallway. He held her meagre box of belongings and opened the door for her. The rest of the staff in the large office stared after her but avoided her gaze. She knew them all by name, and had for many years, yet they treated her like a pariah.

  After she stepped onto the street, she turned to look back at the building that had been her second home for many years. “Fired?” I don’t understand,” she murmured under her breath.

  Back in her car once again, she bit back a sob. Her hands shook as she pushed her hair out of her face. “I won’t cry. At least not until I get home.”

  Rae held her emotions back and headed for the bank to cash the check so she could get some groceries. She felt sick to her stomach. The day had gone from bad to worse in the blink of an eye, and she had no idea why everything was caving in around her.

  In the bank the teller pursed her lips at the sight of her, raising her chin up a notch as though serving prime rib to a dog with a bib. Rae was puzzled, yet refused to be intimidated by the woman.

  What is going on with people? They’re acting like I killed someone.

  Exhausted from the jet lag, she left the bank and walked over to the grocery store on leaded feet. In the pharmacy aisle, she saw something on the shelf that horrified her. Panic suddenly clutched at her belly, which prompted her to remember something vital.

  Damn! I haven’t had my cycle since I left home. Oh, my God. What if I’m pregnant? How can I possibly take care of a child? My birth control pills were in my stolen luggage, and Mateo didn’t use a condom at least twice. Shit!

  Startled, she rushed over to the drug store in the back half of the department and picked up a pregnancy test. Rae cringed as she read the instructions. It might show up right away, but recommends waiting a few days. I have to know now!